Three hanged men. Found in three desolate corners of Colchester.

Detective Phil Brennan's seen his share of horrors. But this incident board leaves him speechless. He stares at the dead men's faces. Fighting the eerie sensation that he's looking at . . . himself.

Not only are the victims dressed like him, but each carries a card in the pocket of their matching leather jackets, scrawled with a single name. Phil Brennan.

The locations aren't random either. They're all places where Detective Brennan once caught a killer.

Someone's sending a chilling message. And it can only be one person.

But Brennan watched that same person die years ago. Didn't he . . . ?